A Cosy Christmas in Cornwall. Jane Linfoot
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A Cosy Christmas in Cornwall
JANE LINFOOT
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1. Be Jolly
Chapter 2. Merry and (not so) Bright
Chapter 3. Fa la la la la (or maybe not)
Chapter 4. Hello cold days
Chapter 5. Make it a December to remember
Chapter 6. If in doubt, add glitter
Chapter 7. Let the fun beGIN …
Chapter 8. Surprise surprise
Chapter 9. Happy landings
Chapter 10. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Chapter 11. Mwah!
Chapter 12. Wrap up!
Chapter 13. Define good …
Chapter 14. Everybody’s having fun …
Chapter 15. Deep and crisp and even …
Chapter 16. The more the merrier …
Chapter 17. Angels with dirty faces
Chapter 18. Looks like rain, dear
Chapter 19. Have a banging Christmas …
Chapter 20. Worth melting for …
Chapter 21. This way to the North Pole
Chapter 22. No ski boots …
Chapter 23. Marshmallows this way …
Chapter 24. Antlers, angel wings, snowberries and pretty things
Chapter 25. On a cold and frosty morning
Chapter 26. Dashing all the way …
Chapter 27. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire … with bells on
Chapter 28. Fifty words for snow
Chapter 29. And a partridge in a pear tree …
Chapter 30. Cocoa served here
Chapter 31. This way to the North Pole
Chapter 32. The strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake …
Chapter 33. With love …
Chapter 34. Sledges at dawn …
Chapter 35. Tinsel, sprouts, turkey, snow!
Chapter 36. Jingle bells and cockle shells
Chapter 37. PS …
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by Jane Linfoot
About the Publisher
For Yoyo, my wonderful Old English Sheepdog, beside me all day, every day, fifteen lovely years together.
The strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake …
Wednesday
11th December
‘Could there be a better present for the woman who has everything?’
I’m smiling across at Merwyn in the front seat and, as I take in the words Cockle Shell Castle carved into the monumental gateposts, I’m so excited I’m finding it hard to breathe. Then I ease my car through the gateway and onto the winding approach, and as we round a bend and the pale walls and castellated towers come into view, washed in moonlight, I can’t help letting out a gasp. I’ve held my anticipation in check for six whole hours since we left London, but now we’re here there’s a butterfly storm in my tummy. In the pictures the castle looked wonderful, but in the flesh, above the twinkle of the dashboard fairy lights, it’s more magical still. As I pull the car up by some big square planters and gaze up at the building, it’s one of those rare moments in life when it feels like I’m actually living in a fairy tale.
‘Christmas in a Cornish castle by the sea has to be the perfect gift. It’s as if those small-paned windows are drawing us in. We’re just so lucky to be here.’
After so long in his doggy travelling harness, Merwyn’s side eye tells me he’s less enthusiastic than me. He may look like a messy brown floor mop more often than